É Fim De Mês

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month

I've already paid my phone bill
I've paid for talking and I've paid for listening too
I've paid for the electricity, the gas, the apartment
A one-bedroom studio that I bought on credit
Through the federal bank, woof, woof, woof
I'm not a dog (no, no, no)
I cleared the payments for my suit, my shoes, my shirt
That I bought to go out with my love
Up at Christ, up at Christ the Redeemer
She liked it (oh) and dove in (oh)
And the end of the month comes around again

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month

I've already paid the pay-per-view, my sin
Plus the rosary I bought to pray Hail Mary
I'm also a child of God
If I don't pray, I won't go to heaven (heaven, heaven, heaven)
I've been a panther, I've been a hippie, a beatnik
Had the peace symbol hanging around my neck
'Cause some dude told me it was the way to salvation (go ahead)
I've been Catholic, Buddhist, Protestant
I have books on the shelf, all with explanations
But I couldn't find it, I searched
Just to show you that I searched
I looked for Hollywood cigarettes
That the TV says are the cigarettes of success
I am success (I am success)
At the gas station, I fill up my little car
I get my coffee in return, courtesy of the main office
There's a Tiger in the chassis

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
I'm already a regular at the end of the month
I've already paid for my sin at the chapel
Under the light of seven candles I bought for my Lord of Bonfim, look out for me

I'm finishing the payment for my hole
For my spot in the cemetery so I won't worry
About not having a place to die anymore
Good thing next month
I can die, I've got my big tomb, my big tomb

I consulted, and I believed, in the old talk of that psychiatrist
Who teaches you how to live happily
Settled and resigned to pay everything quietly
Being a banker or an employee without ever getting upset

He just wants, he only thinks about adapting
In his profession, his duty is to adapt
He just wants, he only thinks about adapting
In his profession, his duty is to adapt

I've already paid for the fridge
For the stinky butcher who sells me rotten meat
That I have to eat
That I have to swallow without throwing up
When I sometimes suspect
If it's cat, donkey, or mule
That chunk of chuck I bought for my boss
So she won't bother me

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month

And the end of the month comes around again